VIGILANTE MESSIAH - Incarnation Earth - Chapter ONE (2 of 13)

Chapter 01: The Fifth Resurrection

I'm lying in a pool of blood, my body, in pieces all over the living room of my friend Kevin's home. The television was blaring, that just hid the gun fire that obliterated me. Who would think that I'd be chosen to change the world through this insidious carnage! The Angels have attested that my life would become difficult, even overbearing, and I'd brutally die thousands of times before true change would take root in our world.

Man, was he right, the bullets that just tore into my flesh and scattered my insides, was more than I can handle, but somehow I dealt with it. Will I ever get used to this intoxicating death? Will I one day become sick and even enjoy it? It's hard to imagine going through such extreme pain, followed by an intense sensation of bliss and ecstasy, as my body parts come together again each time I'm murdered and resurrected. After the inevitable pain and death, the feeling of bliss is so incredible, that I'm actually starting to look forward to it for the reward I get every time. As a junkie looks for his next fix, I'm looking for my next annihilation. Am I insane, or genius, you be the judge.

One thing cannot be denied, the fruit of my deaths produce incredible results in all of my enemies. My anger toward these dark souls draws me, then as I am drawn in, I'm sacrificed, only to come back to life and grant forgiveness to each and every one of them. My enemy and murderer now become my friend. I've been told that through the sword of vengeance and the light of forgiveness, I would change the corruption of this world to light.

Well, this time my foe was sent to destroy me from a dark elite shadow organization that finances national wars across the world. Apparently I shook them to the core, and they feel that their existence and power is being threatened. My friend Kevin left me at his home while he was out running some errands. My Assassin was clothed in a business suit when he approached the front door and rang the doorbell. I peered outside and my gut instinct told me he was coming for me, but I played along with him and answered the door anyway. He greets me with a smile and pulls out a sawed off shotgun with razor sharp shredding bullets meant to tear flesh. I prepared myself for death once again. This would be the fifth time I'd be destroyed and resurrected. He pulls the trigger and cocks his shotgun several times, making completely sure that my body is torn to pieces by the shrapnel. I feel each and every tear of my flesh as it is flung like tapestry across the living room. My stomach is blown apart first, then my heart and lungs, followed by my entire head. I was slaughtered, and my murderer was convinced that I was finally destroyed. He proceeds to pull out his phone. "It's done."

He calls Francisco Monty from the dark elites shadow organization, "The Compass Group". Francisco says, "Good, it's done, now make sure he's really gone, he has a habit of surviving some intense attacks that we have made on him before."

"Oh yea he's gone all right, his chest cavity and head are completely blown off."

"Ok, your 3 million dollar wire transfer will be ready in the morning, well done."

As my assassin slides his phone back into his pocket, the front door slams itself shut and the house becomes filled with a brilliant glowing light, as my body pieces begin to assemble themselves before him. He becomes terrified and frantically tries to escape, but the front door refuses to open. Not only that, but the glowing light has him cornered, and he's unable to move through the energy shield around him. He drops to his knees in terror, thinking that his life will now come to a violent end. Then, as my body fully materializes, I stand to my feet and approach my enemy. He's in utter shock, and his face is pale white, as he sees me before him. I then reach over and grab his face, "Forgiveness is granted, now do the same." The man then falls face down weeping over his sins. The power of unconditional love overtakes him, and he becomes transformed by the power of forgiveness and light. Believe me, it's not always been this easy to forgive a ruthless killer. There's always a part of me that would like to see them slaughtered, and I struggle with this every time I lay my hand on their face. Do I tear their face off of their head, or continue listening to my inner guidance telling me to grant them forgiveness and change the world? I'm not sure why, but forgiveness is usually the last thing on our minds as humans. Retribution seems to be what we'd like to see first.